First of all, I haven’t been on here for a while and there are many reasons for that. Second, I’ve been in literal hell since July 11th and lastly, i’m just ranting about my health and ignore this post if you want to. Also, this will be a long post so hope you’re prepared.

So let’s start from the beginning. One morning I woke up with the worst pain in my arm. I go to a mirror and lift my arm up and see I have another encounter of a special green ooze coming out. Now, I said another since Ive had 3 in my life. I sigh and try to clean it up. My mom just left for work. I’m tempted to call her but I don’t and just put on a band aid and wait for her to come home. When she gets home, she has a worried look in her face and takes a look at it. She says because it’s in a spot with a lot of moisture, she schedules a doctors appointment. Fast forward to the next morning. We go to the doctors and after going through all the boring information, the doctor comes in. My mom explains what was wrong, I say how long it’s been, and the doctors takes a look. I wish the doctor was joking but they weren’t. The doctor said I might have an infection in my arm and they need to cut a hole in it to pack it. The packing was suppose to heal from the bottom to the top. They numb my arm up and my mom starts texting my dad. My dad is deployed in Afghanistan, so when he hears I have a staph infection, he freaks out and promises he’ll call me tonight. Anyways, it took about an hour for them to start the packing and told me to not move my arm too much. They said this will take some time to heal so we need to schedule another appointment every other day for more packing, the good thing was there was no co-pay so we just had to come in, the bad thing was that my arm would be sore the entire time. Fast forward to 2 weeks. My arm is starting to feel really itchy and it’s going really red. I went from wearing just a regular band aid to a patch since my skin was irritated. My mom sees how in pain I’m in and hopes that it didn’t get worse. Just so you know, I had to get my band aid changed twice a day. I would lie down on my brothers bed and my mom would get the gloves on and begin to change it. I was contagious, so she had to wear gloves. The next day, I was told that another infection started growing under the other one and had to get my arm cut AGAIN. This time around, I didn’t have much of a pain tolerance since i’ve been poked with a needle for 3 weeks. This time, there was no infection. I just had to continue keeping it covered until the string is 1 cm. My arm is now healed and it only took 3 1/2 weeks. Finally, I was able to stretch out my arm more and do everyday activities without feel the pain. I thought I was finally free for the rest of the summer. I was wrong.

2 days after getting my arm healed, all the medicine got my stomach and I started feeling nauseous. I was fine for the first 2 days but my mom thought it was maybe cause I wasn’t active enough. She told me to take the little guy on a walk. I couldn’t finish my soup and just put my shoes on and grabbed the leash. I walked the dog to the park and came back hyperventilating. My head was pounding, my legs were shaking, I felt like I couldn’t even open my mouth for water since I felt like blood would come out instead and my throat was stinging. I sat on my brothers bed for 10 minutes just lying there waiting for my mom. After I calmed down, I decided to talk a shower and some medicine. Didn’t help one bit. My mom comes home from the gym and I told her how I felt. She told my if I took the peptmo bismol and I said yes, Then she asked if I felt nauseous, I said yes. She gave me some more medicine that would help with the nausea. I slept in my brothers room and I had my moms heating pad. I was told to drink 2 whole bottles of water so whatever was in my stomach would come out. I don’t usually drink even a bottle but if I wanted to get better, I had to drink. I was up in my brothers room for 3 days and nights until I was back in my room. Going to sleep that night was difficult but I managed. Only 3 days until schools starts. During this entire time, I wasn’t really nauseous anymore, but my stomach still hurts. 2 days left until school and I wake up with a cold sore on the right side of my lip. I’ve had cold sores before so I didn’t think it would be a problem. 1 day left until school and nothing has changed. Then, school begins, I hate school but I made it through the day. I woke up the next day with the worse cold Ive ever had. I thought I caught it from a student from school, so I think nothing off it. After surviving a week of school, my “cold sore” started to really hurt, so my mom went to the store to get some treatment. I had to take 4 tablets that were chewable every 9 hours, and 30 ml of some other liquid medicine every 12 hours. Yep, more medicine 👍.

Fast forward to yesterday. I wake up with the feeling like my mouth was sealed shut. I did the regular treatment and took the medicine. I stole an ice pack from the freezer, put it in a pouch, and put the ice pack on my face. Around dinner time, my mom noticed that my “cold sore” wasn’t getting better but worse. I confirmed and said “I don’t know if it’s because my mouth is sore, but I feel like another one is on the left side of my lip now”. My mom told me that she would schedule an appointment with the doctors. This morning I woke up feeling the same and was asked what I wanted to eat. I whispered I can’t really open my mouth. My mom called the doctors and my appointment was at 8:45. Since it’s a Tuesday, I had an A-day and classes don’t start until 8:30. I was hoping I didn’t have anything that had to deal with more medicine and pain, but I was wrong. I was told that I had angular cheilits.

I’m on medication for the next 3 months and Ive already been getting sick from just the medicine i’ve been taking. I can’t get away with pills now since that’s how it’s supposed to be treated. Everyday I have to take 2 tablets every 9 hours for until the jar is empty. 20 ml of liquid medicine for me cold for a week every 12 hours, 2 treatments for the sore every 8 hours, and another set of pills for my foot enough for a month, refill for 2 months. I so down with all this medication and I just don’t want to be sick anymore. Since I haven’t gotten a single day of freedom since July, I’ve been sick since July 11th. Summer just a season to kick my in the ass since last year, I was sick with a contagious virus for 1 month. I just started high school and classes are strict with work. I really don’t want to go to school sick, but I also don’t want to always make up the work. I didn’t go to school today, but I have to go tomorrow. I’m already getting nauseous just think about all the medicine I have to take. I feel bad for my mom to always continue to buy more and more to treat me and I don’t want to have her do it anymore. I feel bad for my dad since he’s not here to actually help me and can only call to see me. I might just start wearing a mask everyday so that I don’t continue to get sick since my health is not at its best right now. My lips are in pain and it’s hard to even drink since it hurts to move. I can’t swallow pills so I have to learn over these months. I can’t even swallow in general so Idek how I’m going to last. This summer so far has been very difficult for me but Ive been managing. After all that typing, I’m finally done ranting. I doubt anyone’s read this far, but I just really needed to vent to get it off my chest.